So… my feet brought me to Koronadal City to celebrate the T’nalak Festival. Actually, I was late. We were supposed to meet at exactly 6pm. I arrived thirty minutes later. Good thing Chi decided to wait for me while the rest went ahead as scheduled. Otherwise I would have taken the wrong bus and god-knows-what will happen (not the first time though). Chi and I arrived around eleven in the evening at Koronadal City. And the city was alive and busy! Needless to say, it was a three-day-basking full of laughter and dancing with the T’boli and B’laan community.
Currently in Cotabato City right now for a documentary assignment. My day starts early and it ends just right after sunset. Visiting the nooks and crannies of the city has yielded a lot of unexpected surprises. The Moro people are friendly and the women are beautiful. The children would remember me and would call and wave even a day after meeting them in the streets. Continue reading
People are always wondering what it is that I am doing.
And the usual question is –do I have a job?
If working is being tied to a 9-to-5-daily-grind-facetime then no, I don’t do jobs. I, however, do fine art photography that can start around noon that can end three weeks later that entails, as of the latest, numerous hours of sun basking in beaches and climbing terraces. Those photographs are to be printed and to be sold—ok I lied, Continue reading
That concert inside the closet where we had 10,000 ants for fans.
Cebu was lovely. I was there for a week to celebrate Sinulog. But I’m not posting festival photos. I’m sure, with the hundreds of people present (and snapping photos) at the festival, you will find hundreds of Sinulog photos in google. I’m posting photos of Colon instead. Colon is that market in Cebu where people are most scared to take their cellphones out because snatching was not theft but art. Don’t get me wrong. It is a lovely place to be however if you are one helluva-paranoid, I suggest you take your xanax before visiting the place. Continue reading
So maybe I am feeling nostalgic today.
I woke up to a foggy day. Something to do with things being white and blurry that makes you recede back in your thoughts. The mind is a dangerous place to explore on your own…It’s how people commit suicides without them meaning to –it’s as if they just got carried away only to find that they either come back limping for the rest or their lives of they give their earthly space for the living. The earth is suffering from overpopulation too, they might as well do the right thing and fade away.
Not that I feel like taking my own life. I care (well not enough anyway) neither for the growing population nor climate change, I am hanging on to dear life. I am selfish like that. And yes, I silently cuss and mutely ask for death when I walk on the effin cobblestones they have here in Lacoste but so does everybody. If God was so obliging, he could have gotten rid of us, but pathological shallowness does not count as a reason to obliterate. Continue reading
Apo View Hotel, one of Philippines’ oldest hotel (top 3)
is celebrating kadayawan till August 19, 2012.
Instagram-inspired photos of our cupcake display (and Girlieanne checking them) in Apo View Hotel for the Kadayawan Fiesta! Yey! Flavors vary from banana-walnut, pistachio and milktea, cinnamon, macademia, smores and many more. Please come and visit us, we will be there till August 19 :)
Girlieanne checking out the sweets!
I’ve picked up my pen and watercolors again and here is what I just finished today. I have not drawn for years and it feels liberating to be able to mix up some color again to create something nice and fun.
Photography has taken a big space in my life right now and it feels good to have a temporary break from it. To be able to create something with my hands and to be able to manually control the shades and palettes used…not that I’m great at controlling watercolor paint either *tee hee ^.^
Everything is relative. My philosophy teachers in college made sure I understood that. Like if I receive a D grade –it is not an isolated random act of hatred on their part but because I turned in a crappy paper because I was too lazy to read a two page-article that I know is hard enough that I would need three days to digest it, but dumbly skimmed it in three hours hoping for a strike of genius to hit me square in the forehead while my eyes glazed over the words used in sentences I cannot, for the life of me, figure the meaning out. Ha! I wonder what hallucinogenic drugs these people were taking that made them write such effin convoluted articles. Continue reading